#short but satisfying (I hope)

[inksandpensblog]

From how much Purple's presence in "The Prank" was being hyped up, I was expecting him to have more screentime, but that doesn't mean I'm disappointed by the screentime he got.

Because it implies that Red's thought process was something like "let's see, who do I know who's really good at hiding their true intentions and pulling one over on people? Who do I know whose proven skillset involves trickery and luring people into traps? Oh yeah—!" and then he just. Called Purple over like hey, you're good at deception, I need some help here.

And I just. love that that facet of Purple's character is being reinforced. Also it's incredibly funny to me that his entire role in the episode is based on this aspect of his history with the color gang XD

But it's also faintly touching in an odd way, because...Purple has always been framed in a bad light, before, when making use of these traits, because in the past they've fueled much of the conflict between him and the color gang; but now it's a known thing about him, it's a part of him that Red is fully aware of...and Red deliberately seeks him out for those traits, for all the things that made Purple an antagonist in previous episodes. Red actively invites that "undesirable" side of Purple.

And in the episode, it's not treated like a huge deal at all. Because there's nothing complicated about it. It's not a question of morals, or sides, or intentions, or application, or even framing. It's just who Purple is, it's just how Purple does, it's just Purple. And the answer Red was looking for was found in Purple.

(And, whether you believe Purple really understood Green's message in "Note Block Universe" and took it to heart or not, Red's behavior indicates that the rest of the color gang are practicing what Green preached, in regards to being drawn to and accepting Purple's authentic self. Which, in a way, also means that Green's defeat in this episode can be tied back to his own resolution with Purple, which is also amazingly ironic XD)

[lyramundana]

I BASICALLY LOVE MINSUNG X F!READER CAN YOU SAY YOUR HEADCANONS ABOUT IT? I'm so sub for them I swear the god

I can feel your enthusiasm through the comment and I totally relate to it, I'm really a sub for these greek gods too!!

Now I have various headcanons with my oc, Vivi or Violeta, but since you mentioned fem!reader, I'll go with that.

POLY MINSUNG X FEM! READER HEADCANONS

-They're both switches, but Minho tends to take the lead and leans towards dominance more. However, Jisung can be pretty intense too and they can have this battle of pride where they try to manhandle the other into submission. It's fucking hot when it happens because you can't tell which of them is doming here.

-Since Jisung is the younger in the relationship (for a while), he's usually the one being take care of and he LOVES it. Minho, on the other hand, enjoys pampering his jagiya and protect him. The roles outside the bedroom remain the same usually. Minho is the caretaker, with ocasional soft moments when he needs pampering too, and Jisung the babyboy that needs constant affection.

-When you come into their lives, their routine crashes and their entire world perception is turned upside down.

-You meet Jisung first, both of you becoming friends quickly, and you kinda befriend Minho too by association. At first you two only hang out when Jisung is involved and aren't really close, but as time passes and he sees how comfortable his boyfriend is with you, he starts to warm up to you. In return, you see how happy he makes Jisung and the great partner he is, so she start to apreciate him more.

-What started as a friendship with Jisung and a mutual respect with Minho becomes a besties trio. You're younger than them, so they try to look after you out of instinct, but since you're not korean you don't really see the point of this idea of treating people differently by their age.

-More often than not you have arguments because you feel they see you like a kid sometimes and you remind them that you're a fully independent human and you don't need to be treated like a damsel in distress. Jisung is a lot more open minded about it and understands your point of view, but Minho is more conservative and stubborn, so you two argue the most. As your bond progresses, you learnt to let them take care of you sometimes and be vulnerable with them, while they accept to treat you like an equal instead of a "dongsaeng".

-Following this, there are times you decide to take care of them instead and babying them in return, partially for teasing but also because you like it. They're so cute and soft and fluffy when you're alone, you just want to squeeze them in your arms. You reprimand them like they're your children when they do something that bothers you, you bring them clothes and make-up, you fix their hair and clothes when they look messy, you call them stuff like "good boys" "my babies", "my darlings" (the last one is always in a playful tone).

-The position of dominant one in the relationship it's yours now because Minho has found out he loves to be babied and spoiled too, so when you're around he lets you on charge often. In private, they just want to snuggle with you and have you massage their scalps, call them sweet names and cover them in love. Jisung lets out hums of contentment and Minho straight up purrs, curling into a ball against you. At first he fights is off because it hurts his pride as man and the oldest, but it feels way too good.

-Suddenly they bring you to their dates. You become a part of every activity they usually engage in together. You feel weird at first thinking you're intruding in couple activities, but they reassure you constantly that they enjoy your company.

-They're obsessed with hearing you speak in your native language. Even if they don't understand anything, the way your voice shifts and how beautiful you sound makes their brain go brrrr. If used right, you can use this to lull them to sleep.

-From outside, it looks like the typical girl with her gay besties (and you think that's the reality), but some of their acts feel more than platonic. Regardless, you embrace this image and proudly refer to them in the same way, not noticing the uncomfortable frown on their faces.

-They're the type to treat you like their partner before you guys establish it, just to mark territory for other people (and because they really want to live that fantasy). You may not be theirs fully, but they'll be damned if they let someone else get you. They don't get it at first, they fool themselves into thinking they're just being good friends that care for you too much.

-In my au where Minho experiences a bi awakening because of fem!reader or my oc Violeta/Vivi, this is all more intense and chaotic. They have a lot of trouble dealing with it because they don't know what this means for their relationship and, considering the culture they've been raised, the idea of polyamory doesn't instantly pop in their heads. They're confused and scared, because they feel they're emotionally cheating on the other and also ruining their friendship with you. This leads to several misunderstandings because they can't cope healthily, but they still insist on having you close.

-However, once they come to terms with their feelings for you and embrace, they go from shy, awkward boys to possessive, almost toxic men. They were already clingy before, not wanting you to leave them for anything or anyone, but now they don't even hide it. They're determined to have you, to show you belong with them, and can't stand seeing you with other people.

-It starts slow, you can't even notice. They're more physically affectionate, one of them or both is always touching you in some way when you're out, they refer themselves "jokingly" as your boyfriends and that's why you don't need to go on dates with someone else.

-Then it grows. Their hands now drift from their usual places at your shoulders and back to your waist. Their clinginess worsens. They make you sleep with them in the same bed, shower together like "besties" do, dressing you up because "they love seeing you in new clothes", etc. You force yourself to not think much of it because you see how perfect they are for each other and there's just no way they can feel something more for you..right?

-They're frustrated by how blind you are to their advances, but at the same time, they use it to their advantage to get away with it. The only reason you let them go this far is because you're convinced they can't like you that way and you bet they'll take it as an advantage. As long as you think it's all *overly friendly besties", you won't push them away.

-Deep down, you know something is off here but you can't help but enjoy their little acts. You're used to repressing your forbidden feelings for them to not ruin things, but when they treat you like this, you just let yourself get caught in the moment and pretend you're actually dating them.

-It all breaks down by a jealousy fit from them. The mere thought of losing you to another, for you to love someone else and let them touch you drives them mad, so they make a statement.

-By statement means they lock you in their room and spend hours teaching you not to stray away from your partners. By the end of it, your sweating, clothes tore open and there's not a single trace of skin they haven't marked. Bites, hickeys, bruises. They just let out all their anger and frustration on you.

-The aftercare and morning after is immaculate tho. They feel a bit guilty for how rough they were and make sure to treat you like a princess.

NSFW part ahead, beware❗

-They may be switches but with you, oh boy, you don't have any power in it.

-You have a safeword established and they will stop immediately if you don't want it anymore, but that's it. They have full control over you and your body.

-They worship your whole being, but they have their favourite spots. For Minho is your ass, neck and boobs. For Jisung is your hips, boobs and thighs. They have small competitions to see who leaves the most marks or whose mark are bigger. Your body ends up covered in splashes of red, purple and yellowish.

-They only times they let you be on top is to ride one of them when the other is behind you. They still control your moves and you're basically a doll for them to move around.

-Literally. While you guys are fucking, you're treated like a toy by them, a pair of wet, tight holes for them to fill and play with until they get tired of it (they never but you guys needs to rest from time to time).

-Minho is a sucker from going at you from behind while Jisung is underneath you, both thrusting into you from their positions while you're trapped between them, just taking whatever they give you. Their hands are never too long in one place, constantly roaming all over your skin to feel you up. When he's about to cum, Minho grabs into your boobs and hides his face on your neck, getting drunk on your scent, while Jisung hugs your hips and hides his face in your cleavage, licking the traces of swear that run down of it. They love cumming on their preferred spots to see their essence covering your skin, but if you're on birth control, the only way they're cumming is inside you.

-When they heard the concept of "double penetration", they knew they needed to try it, so they spent HOURS prepping you until they knew you could fit them both there. It was the first time the three of you orgasmed at the same time. The pleasure of feeling your walls closing them in and their dicks rubbing against each other with each movement was mind-blowing. It's a bit painful, so you guys only do it on special occasions.

-If they're still idols in this, you bet they have brought you backstage to fuck you in the the private rooms assigned for the group. Dressing rooms? Bathroom? The music station?? Done, done and done. You're their reward for a good performance or a stress reliever of the're not satisfied with the result.

-Mandatories quickies before stage. They say it's their "lucky charm" (which is a lie because there's usually another quicky after stage).

-The couches from the practice room? Jisung's studio? Yes and yes.

-You visited them once during practise to be a good girlfriend and bring them snacks during their break, and they thanked you by fucking you in front of the mirrors and fogging them. It was a sight to see.

-Another recurrent one is going to Jisung's studio and riding him in his seat or give him a blowjob while he works.

-Cockwarming it's not a kink, it's a necessity.

-And it's never just one of them, oh no. You have to keep both of them warm. Let it be each one in a hole or having both in your cunt. It's not always sexual, they're just pussydrunk and can't go a day without playing with it.

-When they feel in a rather possessive mode, they mark you and then you guys go out and you're forbidden from trying to hide it. They make you wear skirts that barely conceal the hickeys on your inner thighs, tops that don't reach your neck, leaving those purple bruises exposed. They get off from people watching them and realising you're taken.

-Outside the bedroom it might seem that you're in charge, since they behave like total babies with you and have to look after them. But if people look closely, they can see Jisung's firm hand on your waist, never letting you go. Or Minho occasionally brushing his hand on the expanse of your neck with a concentrated look in his eyes. They'll notice how you're never by yourself and one of them is always touching you somehow, keeping you glued to their side.

-In short, having Minsung as lovers would be a wild ride, full of passion and intensity. It's not a kid's game, since they're complicated people in their own right and you're still figuring out where this would lead, but one thing is clear.

-They're never letting you go.

If you want something specific or want me to change something, please let me know! I'd love to see more opinions.

[miraclemaya]

There is a car

It is morning, and I wake up thirty minutes late. 

My husband has already left home. No note or text explains, but I understand.

I wake the kids. As they get ready, I make their lunches. My son gets leftovers from last night’s takeout, my daughter gets an egg sandwich and macaroni salad. They both get a small brownie.

When the kids are done, I rush them out the house and straight to the car.

As I pull out of the driveway, I notice a car parked by the curb. I’ve never seen it before. It’s painted a dark blue, and none of my neighbours own it. 

I drive down the lane, and give the car no mind. I need to drop my kids off at school.

It’s there when I come back.

At night, after dinner I stay awake. My husband has already fallen asleep. He has spoken four sentences to me. I look out the window, gazing out at the moon.

The car is still there, illuminated in the light of the full moon.

I gaze at my nieghbour’s driveway. It is empty save for one car.

I stare at the car. I don’t know its make, nor its model.

I go back to bed and fall asleep hours later.

 I wake up late. Again.

This time, my husband shakes me awake. I make him breakfast. 

The kids are harder to wrangle today, my daughter having had a nightmare last night. I shush her, and bundle them into the car.

I don’t pay much attention to the car parked by the curb.

This night I sleep as soon as I hit the bed.

I dream of large vast places. Places without people. Places where I feel home. Places I feel welcome.

The car is still there that morning. I ask my husband if he’s seen anyone enter or exit it. If he saw it arrive or leave at any point.

“It’s just strange, I guess.” I say. 

He gives me a look and a shrug. I don’t bring it up again.

Both the kids are sick today. I make the necessary calls, give them the necessary medicine, and make the necessary meals. 

I am about to ask my son if he knows where the thermostat is, when I realize I don’t remember his name. I don’t check their temperatures after that. 

I leave the house later, needing to get groceries.

The car is still there.

I don’t sleep at all that night. I tell myself it is because I worry for my children.

I spend the whole night looking at the car.

I wonder if it is locked.

It is 4 am when I decide to check if it is.

I walk out the house. The full moon is out and bathes the car in white light.

It looks almost inviting.

My bare feet feel the grass beneath me. It’s wet. I almost slip, nearly bashing my head across the sidewalk.

The Car doesn’t let me.

I open the door.

I step into it.

I sit down.

I leave.

They welcome me.

[toomanybrainrots]

Feelin really delulu rn but anyways- (if ur ok) could I have a lil TFA skywarp x Blind M!Cybertronian reader headcannons?

(I fr Love skywarp sm💜)

Skywarp! My boy! It's a real shame that I haven't written him at all, now I get the chance. If I ever misinterpret him at all or make him ooc, please tell me, as I'm not too familiar with his tfa counterpart.

Warnings: Male Cybertronian Reader, Reader is referred to as a mech and uses make ponouns

Skywarp with a Male Cybertronian Reader that's blind

He tries to be your guide in seeing the world around you

…he’s not that helpful at times, but he tries.

Sometimes he hides behind you whenever he sees something that’s scary(to him), despite you being the one who’s blind and very confused.

Skywarp let out a yelp as he hid beind you, covering his optics as to not see the organic monster.

“Skywarp, is everything okay?” You asked, confusion etched on your face when you heeard his yelp. You knew he was hiding behind you, as he always did.

You heard a small sound from infront of you. Curiosity filled you, and you took slow steps forward, ignoring Skywarp’s protests and warnings. You stopped and crouched, extending your servo to let whatever was infront of you to climb onto. It was soft, with fur covering its entire small body. It seemed harmless, it certainly didn’t bite you.

You found out later from Slipstream that it was a cat. If you were able to, you would roll your optics and glare at Skywarp, who you could definitely feel was bashful and ashamed.

Whenever a fight happens, he always tries to get you(and himself)

You insist that you can still fight despite being blind

He doesn’t believe you in the slightest and still drags you away

He’s very careful with you, treating you like glass, moving things out the way incase you trip, guiding you despite you not needing it

It’s annoying at times, especially since you’re a perfectly capable mech but you know he cares for you

You reassure him all you can that you can defend yourself, and that you’ll be fine

He tries to take your word for it but he can’t help but still be afraid. What if you trip by accident? What if you get hurt cause he wasn’t there? What if—

You quickly reassure him again and again that, no you won’t get hurt or trip cause he wasn’t there

Eventually, he takes your word for it. He’s still careful though, just less overbearing

[spoiledskullz]

I am sorry sonic will play me for a fool, I WILL be seated for chao tales all 8 episodes AND dark beginnings

[reds-skull]

Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

This chapter was very fun to write. I listened to SUPERBLOOM by Silent Planet on loop (it's really good and underrated), if you want to get into the mood you can go listen to it too ig

The plan is practically complete now, the fact doing nothing to calm either Ghost or Soap. The Vaqueros who have been monitoring the bar have informed them they found the PMC’s base of operation - a compound deep in the desert surrounding Las Almas.

They will start by spreading around the compound suspected to house the soldiers of the PMC revenant. 4 teams will form a half-circle, the fifth, composed of himself and Soap, opposite to them. Soap will infiltrate to commence the distraction, Ghost acting as a barrier for any stray soldiers trying to escape, pushing everyone towards the other teams.

Keller and Commander Karim will be the closest team, Farah protecting Alex while he surprises the soldiers, funneling them further towards the Vaqueros and Shadows, Price and Gaz lifting in the air to snipe and allow the Captain to attempt to connect to the revenant’s mind through their servants.

If that fails, their orders are to exterminate all hostiles. Soap was initially charged with that, but the Sergeant vehemently refused, stating his powers are too unpredictable for that.

What interested Ghost is that Johnny didn’t say he couldn’t do it. He just doesn’t want to.

They’re to be deployed tomorrow, using the cover of night to get to their positions covertly. 

Ghost rummages around the small kitchen in one of the common rooms, sighing frustratingly when he goes through the same drawer for the fourth time. Where the fuck does Rudy keep all the bloody teabags?!

Gentle footsteps catch his attention, and he instantly turns to watch the door open. Soap stumbles inside, rubbing tiredly at his eyes, clearly not clocking in the other person in the room.

Johnny crashes into a couch, exhaling loudly and leaning his head back on the headrest. Ghost watches him for a moment, examining the exhausted scrunch to his shut eyes. He steps silently closer, leaning forward to stare directly down at his Sergeant.

“Bed too comfortable, Johnny?”

Ghost smirks at the Scot startling, eyes now wide open glaring at him, “yer a right menace, ye know that?”

His smile widens, “not my fault you all have zero spatial awareness.”

Soap grumbles something under his breath, and shoots an arm up towards his mask. Ghost barely has time to react before Johnny shifts the mask to cover his eyes, “the fuck are you-”

He hears Soap get up, the old couch screeching in protest, and the Sergeant pounces on him, starting to attempt to tackle him down.

Ghost almost laughs when he actually pins him to the back of the couch, his petty technique shifting the fight to his favor.

“What’s that about ‘spatial awareness’, LT?” Johnny breathes in his ear.

He moves slightly in Soap’s hold, “ah, I’m at a disadvantage here, Sergeant. It’s barely fair.”

The arms around him tighten as Soap leans in to whisper, “thought yer good enough to win without sight.”

Ghost turns his head to where he assumes Johnny’s is, “it’s not the blindness that got me. Didn’t have my nightly tea.” he states innocently.

Soap pushes off him with a groan, “awa an’ bile yer heid, fuckin’ Brits…”

Ghost chuckles as he rights the mask, finally seeing Johnny frown at him with (mock) disgust. He can’t help provoke him further, “any chance you know where Rudy hides his stash?”

Soap smiles sarcastically, “aye, I blew it all teh high hell, LT”

Ghost gasps, growling, “you didn’t” 

“Aye, smelled quite nice, burnt to a crisp.”

“I’ll give you ten seconds to run, Sergeant.” Ghost starts stalking closer to Johnny, who continues to smirk confidently at him.

“How generous of ye.” Ghost’s face hurts from smiling.

He stops in front of Johnny, reaching zero in his head, and swiftly crouching to grab Soap by the torso, slinging him over the shoulder while the man thumps at his back, “Oi! Put me down, ye feckin’ brute!”

Ghost hums, “I warned you, Johnny. It’s only fair, no?”

He drops Johnny on the couch, quickly wrapping his limbs around him to cage the Scot.

Johnny wiggles for a few seconds, until the fight in him runs out, and he settles against Ghost’s chest with a small sigh. Ghost tilts his head to look at Soap’s face, the smile slowly melting off his lips.

Johnny lifts a hand to caress the forearm pinning his chest, a mellow and quiet air hanging around him. “I can’t stop having… nightmares.” he starts unprompted, his voice weaker than usual. “Every night, I kill someone. I wake up and remember I didn’t, but it doesn’t change the fact I could.” his eyes look up at his, “I could kill you tomorrow, Simon.”

Simon relaxes his hold on Johnny into something more comfortable, pressing him closer to his heart, “I told you, Johnny. I’m strong. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Johnny twists to face him more properly, “promise me if yer in danger, don’t hesitate to use Limbo. Even if I’ll be in range, even if it kills me.”

His arms flex involuntarily, as if Johnny will fall apart otherwise, perish under his fingertips. He watches fire reflect in blue eyes, sun in grey skies. He wants to be angry at him, for asking something so selfish.

Johnny may follow him anywhere, but Simon will do anything Johnny asks of him. In that way, perhaps they’re both doomed.

Simon sighs, lowering his head to rest on Johnny’s shoulder, murmuring in defeat, “...I promise.”

Johnny pushes further into him, a gentle fire stroking his cheek in gratitude. Something breaks deep inside him, and Simon lays them down on the small couch, hugging Johnny tightly, letting warmth cradle him.

He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the crackling flames and soft snores became a lullaby for his aching heart, and he drifts off to eternal darkness.

Ghost watches the last team drop off, their Humvee now driving towards the fifth team’s position. Soap has a serious expression, hands grasping tightly at his own tac vest with a white-knuckled grip.

They jump off, the driver shifting gear immediately to return to Los Vaqueros base. Soap comes closer to fist bump Ghost’s shoulder, “I’ll see you on the other side, LT. Don’t miss me too much.” Johnny turns away with a forced smile, Ghost forlornly gazing at his descending figure.

“First team in position.” Commander Karim radios in. The rest of the teams give their own affirmative, and Johnny finishes with, “fifth team in position, awaiting green-light.”

“Good copy, Soap.” Price responds, “you’re authorized for explosion creation.”

Ghost observes the foreboding walls of the compound stand silent for a minute, before brilliant fire erupts and takes them down. The explosions ramp up, the blaze so hot, he feels it several hundred feet away.

He scans the horizon for soldiers, finding none attempting to save themselves from the blasts. 

Did they assume wrong, that the revenant PMC would try to fight back? Ghost grabs his comms, “Sergeant, have you seen any hostiles on your end?”

Soap replies a few seconds later, a little out of breath, “negative. Did you?”

“No, keep burning it down-”

Someone, several hands, tackle Ghost from behind. He growls in surprise, twisting his body to shoot behind him blindly. A body falls to the ground. Three others take its place, grasping at his arms, cold limbs pushing his face to the sand.

Soap shouts in his comms, “Ghost?! Ghost, what the fuck is going on?!”

His comms are still on, he realizes with a flash, “Johnny, get out of there! We’ve been compromised!” he snarls desperately.

“Where are you, I’ll- oh fuck.” Ghost’s rib cage is aching, pressure building inside and out.

“Ghost, there are ballistic missiles here. They’re locking onto something.” 

Fuck, FUCK! Ghost fruitlessly tries to shake off his attackers.

Price’s voice rumbles through the radio, “Soap, Ghost! Get yourself out of there, NOW! The revenant, he’s-!”

One of the soldiers crushes the radio, Ghost gasping at the pain shooting down his left shoulder.

“Ah, Captain Price… figures he’ll be the first to find out. Always was such a pain in the ass.”

Ghost stills, craning his neck to lock eyes with the blank faces of the soldiers. The voice echoes from all of them, surrounding him.

The PMC revenant… he clenches his teeth.

One of the soldiers crouches down, taking hold of his jaw, Ghost unsuccessfully trying to shake him off.

“I told you, you will regret not giving the Sergeant to me.”

Cold ice pours down his veins, and he stills.

It can’t be…

“Graves…” Ghost gasps.

Laughter erupts around him, voices overlapping and distorting, “you really thought I’m a fuckin’ non-rev, Simon?” Graves spits his name like a snake’s venom, “I tried to play nice, I really did. But you…”

The faceless soldier tightens his grip on Ghost, “you decided to fuck it all up. I hope you were happy with your ‘Johnny’, because it’s time we have a little fun.” 

Graves hums, “I’ve always wondered just how strong Soap is… after the carnage he left in Verdansk” the American whistles in reverence, “only you would be able to match something like that, wiping a quarter city in a flash.”

“Ghost! The soldiers activated the missiles, I have to detonate them before the launch, please just fuckin’ answer me!” a desperate voice calls behind him through comms.

Graves clicks his tongue, “well, Ghost? Wouldn’t wanna leave your boyfriend hanging, do we?” he holds a radio in front of Ghost’s face, “you can either let the missiles launch and erase Las Almas off the map, or you can die. Your choice, really.”

Arctic ice numbs his insides. The missiles hit Las Almas, they kill everyone… including their entire team. 

The choice is obvious. And those are the hardest ones to make.

“Johnny…” Ghost rasps at the radio.

“Simon, thank the fuckin’ Reapers-!”

Ghost closes his eyes, indulging in Johnny’s voice for just a little longer, “detonate them.”

A shaky inhale passes through the comms, “are ye far enough?”

Ghost’s neck bows, “I remember the promise.”

Static fills the air for a moment, his breaths loud in his ears. Ghost bites on his tongue just to feel something other than freezing pain.

“It was my choice, Simon. Don’t feel bad about it later, alright?”

Ghost’s voice trembles when he whispers, “I hate you...” 

Johnny laughs for him one last time, the sound bringing tears to his eyes, “I knew you’ve taken a shine to me, LT. I’ll see you on the other side.”

He doesn’t want it to end, not yet, not when he just started to feel like he could have this, not like this, not with those words as the last he ever hears “Johnny, I-”

Graves takes away the radio, “now isn’t that heart-warming? You even got your goodbyes in.” Graves sighs, “it’s an honor to see the Ghost die a second and final time. I’ll make sure they’ll know just how you died, Simon Riley. Alone.”

His voice fades away, only heartbeat and rushing blood passes through his ears.

A deafening sound crackles through the air, Ghost’s eyelids glow reds, oranges, yellow, as the wall of inferno comes closer and closer.

For a moment, he can’t feel the cold anymore. He considers letting go, leaving the world by Johnny’s hand, as he was destined.

For a moment, he considers breaking Johnny’s trust, sacrificing himself to let the other live. He imagines how he would react, how he would hate Simon for the rest of his life. He wants to smile. At least he would be alive to despise him.

He imagines, only for a moment.

Ghost opens his eyes.

Limbo envelopes the world, the dark, cold realm curling around him like death’s last hug. He screams, pushing the soldiers off, leaving them to be consumed by his victims.

Molten light leaks from Ghost’s eyes, pain like no other spreading through him. He doesn’t want to look ahead, to see where the residents run towards, to watch as Johnny is being ripped apart by his own murdered souls.

A strange creature moves in Ghost’s peripheral. He shakily lifts his gaze from the empty ground. A… moth?

A burning moth, wings fluttering and shedding embers of vibrant colors, circling his protective light.

Ghost tilts his head, the creature gentle and soft as it lands on his shoulder, warming him like a small ray of sunlight.

It reminds him of…

Someone screams. Not the gurgled wails of Limbo, a clear, anguished voice.

Ghost finally looks at Johnny.

He stands tall, fire covering his arms, trailing up his shoulders, lighting his back with white flames. Leaving a halo behind him. A single holy being in the void.

 Dark hands grasp at his fire, try to steal it for themselves.

Johnny takes a hand, shouting. 

He explodes the arm. Everything that touches his Sergeant, ignites in beautiful colors, lighting up Limbo in a way Ghost hadn't thought possible. Everywhere he steps, leaves marks of warm light. Everywhere he looks, moths flap softly and spread little sparks.

Johnny’s eyes are glowing, rapidly moving from shape to shape, decimating everything in his path.

Light traces its way down Ghost’s mask.

Johnny is breathtaking.

Their eyes meet, beyond the vast fields of the void.

“SIMON! I CAN’T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER-” One hand leaves a path of shadow on Johnny’s arm, “MAKE IT STOP! SIMON, MAKE IT STOP-!!!”

Simon’s breath restores, he inhales sharply and sends his arms forward, palms taking hold of the imaginary reins on Limbo.

One heartbeat passes.

“ARGHHH-!”

Simon pulls back his arms, yelling as he feels tendons snapping. Limbo swirls, fights back against him, tries to sink its claws back into Johnny.

He pulls harder.

Simon is flung back several feet as the void rushes back into him. His head hits the ground and then-

Darkness.

[theragethatisdesire]

CONGRATS ON THE 1000 FOLLOWERS!! YOU DESERVE IT A LOT!!

could i request plug!eren with 13?

thank you so much!! have a very nice day/night!!

HIIII angel thank you so much!!! you may absolutely request plug!eren with 13 i love him

i think the prompt works very well with fluff, but honestly, i came up with something smutty and funny so i'm going to go with that

nsfw below the cut <3

"Eren? You home?" You drop your keys unceremoniously on the counter, looking eagerly around for your boyfriend.

You've been gone for the last week to a literary conference in a city three hours away, too long to commute every morning so you ended up with a hotel room. Six days for most couples isn't too long, but for you and Eren? You don't think you've gone twenty-four hours without him inside of you since you became official.

"Baby? That you?" Eren appears around the corner, bare-chested and low-hanging sweatpants hugging his hips.

You don't think you'll ever get used to how gorgeous he is, tall, dark, and mean-looking, but with the sweetest heart you've ever had the privilege of knowing. A slow grin spreads across your face that mirrors the one he's sporting, and you leap into his arms without a second thought.

"Missed you so much," Eren smiles into the wet kiss you plant on him.

"Missed you more," you giggle against his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, "thought about you every day."

"I could tell," Eren hums, a little groan escaping him as you kiss down his neck, "all those nasty texts you were sending me?"

"Hey," you pout, pulling back to face him as he carries you over to the couch, "you sent them right back."

"Of course I did," Eren concedes, mouthing at the sensitive spot below your ear, "couldn't stop thinking about the day you'd get back and I could taste that sweet little pussy again."

A broken whimper slips past your lips, and you grind down into his lap, realizing just how needy you've been for him over the last week. The sexting was hardly more than a tease of the real thing; Eren's more than just "good" in bed, he's a menace, never stopping until you're practically shoving and kicking him off you. Then again, sometimes even that doesn't work.

You rock your hips steadily against his clothed, already-hard cock, moaning far too easily as he holds you to him, kissing you with so much force you swear your lips may already be bruising.

"Feels so fucking good," Eren growls against your mouth, "take what you want, baby, I'm all yours."

"Eren," you sigh, rolling your hips faster, "missed you so much."

Hardly two minutes have ticked by, Eren's hands pawing at your body, you panting into his mouth desperately, before he grabs your hips hard and stills you, a broken moan leaking out into your mouth.

"Fuck," Eren looks down at his crotch, face turning a deep shade of red. You follow his gaze to find a wet patch on his sweatpants, and your eyes flick back up to him, jaw slightly ajar in shock.

"You came?" You can't help but giggle at him, at how flustered he gets.

"Of course I came, it's you and it's been a fucking week," Eren chuckles despite his embarrassment, nipping at your jaw, "I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't help it. Just missed you so much."

"That's not very gentlemanly of you," you chastise him, an airy laugh leaving your lips as Eren smacks your ass.

"Don't tease me," he says, grinning, "I've got a mouth and two fingers with your name on them. You'll get yours, don't you worry."

[thatneoncrisis]

oh captain my captain i didn't know what league of legends game was when i watched arcane. so i thought the plot was alright since i didn't (still don't) know the game lore. if it wasn't basically a prequel story, trying to aim the characters at the way they are in canon, do u think the plot and character arcs would have held up alright? or does that actually make the arcane canon story worse since it wouldn't at least have the existing canon as something it needed to land at eventually as an excuse for any "out of character" decisions? thank u

i wouldnt even call it a prequel story? its like a very elaborate au in a sense, one that feels comfortable changing things to a certain extent- clothes, personality adjustments, motivations, but they still have to hit certain beats. vi has to be an enforcer, jinx has to be a wild card harley quinn type, ekkos time powers ect ect. idk WHAT it is maybe the show needed more time or tighter focus or less characters but i just felt that like, some of the story decisions directly relating to LoL lore werent outright bad but didnt have a lot of time to breathe. the standout example being ekkos time thing, where when i watched that scene i assumed it was both a stylistic representation of a fight and establishing his and jinx's prior relationship (which is kind of too little too late considering they did not fucking speak once as kids pre time skip), and then i had to get a friend to explain to me for SEVERAL MINUTES that he literally died during that fight and it was supposed to be showing his rewind thing. it just wasnt clear at all and his character would not change in the slightest if he didnt have it. but you cant NOT include it so. *

really i have no clue the full extent of the story the writers wanted to tell and how much LoL is binding their hands on story beats. and i REALLY dont want to be inflexible considering i still have a full season coming up that might make me more receptive to certain decisions. but considering how much of the cast i REALLY like just straight up are not in the game, i think they are fully capable of making a solid story completely divorced from league

*someone in the comments told me apparently that Wasnt his time thing and my original read of the scene was correct so im not gonna hold it against the show.

[rokry]

Sentorus, God of Storms, The Hunt, and Knowledge.

Belongs to Myself and @vondieerde tho I mostly handle Sentorus' development :D

[juniestar]

When I have a daughter her name will be June

[portokali]

here's another tag game cause @pinknoisemp3 is a real one and tagged me to share 9 books i wanna read in 2023!! it's a game ive been tagged in before so pls don't take offense i never did it when you tagged me, i always meant to 🙏🙏

tagging some besties i talk abt books w but no pressure! @quillsand @soupbi @pherelpis @mousmoula @catboypranparakulisaro @darkside-cookies @byrons @teabox and anyone else who wants to!

[theflyingfeeling]

Hi, I have an idea for Joel/Olli promt! So there's comic con (or something similar), and Joel really wants to go, get more Venom merch, but he needs company. However it seems like everyone around him has plans with their s/o or is not interested in such geek things... except for Olli, who hears Joel complaining and excitedly suggests to go. It's not that Joel doesn't want his company, rather he's too nervous about going somewhere with his secret crush on Valentines day... And they have a really great time there, even though they're into different parts of con, but of course it's not a date (or is it?😏)

Hello! 👋 Oof, I'll have you know I wrote so many versions of this fic (particularly the ending), so I really hope this one pleases you 😅

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words: 28033

rating: G

trigger warnings & additional tags: a shit-ton of pining, but what else is new? I also hope you enjoy the geeky references 🤭

AO3: here!

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The miniature Yoda stared at Joel from his position by the Millennium Falcon, mercilessly and with great judgement.

A coward, you are, he seemed to say with his old, wise eyes.

Joel couldn’t find it in himself to disagree, although he did wonder about his own mental well-being. Having figurines of fictional characters communicate with you telepathically, no matter how sage and respectable they were, was surely a sign of not having it all together anymore.

In my defence, Joel said to Yoda in his mind, I didn’t ask for any of this.

As usual, he blamed Joonas, primarily for ditching him because of a date night (although Joel had to admit the Gregorian calendar was also partly at fault, for making the comic convention fall on February 14th this year), but also for proposing Olli should go with him instead, coincidentally at the exact moment Olli had joined them in the studio kitchenette. Then again, Joel hadn’t had much choice, since Aleksi had already declined the invitation, claiming it overlapped with Rilla’s dental appointment, and Niko would, naturally, have a key role in Porko’s grand date night. Joel hadn’t even bothered asking Tommi, knowing he’d most likely have plans with his own partner, especially after Joel had seen him fiddling with a small velvet-covered box the other day. Vilma had work and Samy’s sister was in town, so it really seemed Olli was the only one with no other plans for Valentine’s Day, against all impossible odds.

One might wonder what exactly Joonas had done wrong in suggesting Olli to accompany him at the convention. To everyone else following the scene from afar, it might have seemed innocent, helpful even, but Joel knew better. The catch was that Joonas, that insufferable bastard who always ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, had caught Joel during their European tour last spring when he had been replaying that cursed video he had filmed of Olli doing yoga poses with no shirt on. If Joel had to find something positive out of the situation, it was that at least that particular time he had been only watching the video (with lust in his eyes and longing in his heart), because not all his daydreams about that video were quite as innocent.

(By now Joel had deleted the video from his phone, to avoid something like that from happening ever again. He didn’t mourn the loss, however, as the sight was permanently imprinted on his internal memory card.)

Be as it may, Joonas had managed to squeeze the truth out of him that day, and Joel could still not believe his terrible luck. As much as Joel loved Joonas, he was the last one of his friends he wanted to know about his sort-of-maybe crush on Olli. Had it been Tommi instead, the guy would’ve probably made one sarcastic remark and left it at that, whereas Aleksi’s quips about it would’ve probably been so foxy and subtle that no one would’ve noticed a thing, if not for Joel’s burning blush. As for Niko, Joel would be surprised if he hadn’t heard all about it from Joonas by now.

So when Olli’s face had brightened at the mention of a comic con and an extra ticket Joel didn’t want to go to waste, how was he supposed to tell him he’d rather go alone instead? Indeed, how was he supposed to not melt into a pining, miserable mess when Olli came to him on their next break from recording, his eyes shining as he showed Joel the schedule of the event on his phone and listed all the exhibitions they must see, all the lectures they should definitely attend.

All that had lead to Joel waking up in that morning feeling as if he had not slept a wink, which wasn’t far from reality; he had spent half the night picturing all the potential as well as the absurd scenarios of what would happen the next day at the convention, and when he had finally fallen asleep, he had dreamt of Olli and Olli’s hand in his as they roamed the conference hall together, and when they stopped the whole place was empty all of a sudden, or maybe Joel only had eyes for Olli and his red lips as they moved closer to his…

It really was no wonder that after such a night Joel was now imagining a plastic Yoda voicing his disappointment in Joel for not having the courage to take Olli’s hand, albeit only under the pretext of not losing each other in the crowd when the presentation about the influence of Kalevala on Tolkien’s work had ended and the mass of people had headed towards the exit of the lecture hall all at the same time. If Olli had been disappointed in Joel’s clumsy rejection of his hand, he had hidden it well by explaining passionately how fascinating he had found the part that had  illustrated the similarities between Kullervo and Túrin Turambar, who ever the latter was (and Joel only had a vague knowledge about the former character as well).

What would you do, then, Joel asked Yoda, if one day you found yourself crushing on Obi-Wan? I betcha green ass the Force would be nowhere near you at that moment. 

He never got his answer, for he felt a tap on his shoulder before he could hear Yoda’s croaky voice in his head again.

“Look what I found! It changes colour when you put coffee in it.” Olli beamed and showed Joel a mug that was, undoubtedly, somehow related to all that hobbitty stuff Olli loved, if Joel had to give a wild guess.

His brain still tangled in the conversation he had been having with his new imaginary friend, Joel only managed a weak smile, more at Olli’s excitement than the collectible in his hands. Thinking Olli wouldn’t pick up on his strange mood was, however, wishful thinking.

“So, what do you want to do next? I feel like we've only been looking at my interests so far,” Olli said and scratched the back of his head, as if ashamed of his enthusiasm, which was the last thing Joel wanted. 

“Nah, I don’t know…” Joel mumbled while Olli was putting the mug he had purchased in his backpack, so tenderly that for a while Joel thought Olli was going to plant a kiss on its side.

“No, it’s your turn to decide.” Olli zipped the bag and swung it on his back again, flashing a kind smile that made Joel want to punch himself in the face for finding it so adorable.

When Olli kept insisting on Joel making the decision of their next comic con activity, Joel remembered the stall selling Marvel merch they had passed earlier. Particularly he thought back to the black Venom t-shirt that had been hanging behind the counter, with the alien symbiote’s slimy, gaping mouth decorating the backside. Thanks to fan gifts, he owned several Venom shirts already, but he didn’t own that one yet.

Olli was happy to fulfil Joel’s timid request to find the Marvel stall again, and when they set off to wander around the large conference hall, Joel partly hoped Olli’s hand would try to find his again, because this time he might have actually accepted the gesture, even if it would likely have launched the panic mode in his pitiful brain. He knew it was stupid, to dream of just having your fucking hand held, like he was some kind of pathetic, touch-starved loner with barely any human contact in his everyday life. Sometimes he envied Joonas, who seemed to have no problem asking for (and receiving) spontaneous affection from his loved ones, while Joel was able to do that only when he was high enough on endorphins during or after shows to not be in full charge of his actions, or drunk enough to not care how others might perceive him. Mind you, he wasn’t the type to care an awful lot about what others might think of him (at least not on a good day), but when it came to Olli, he would rather die than in any way imply his attraction to him or do anything that might blow his already poor cover.

And yet, masochistic as he was, he often tortured himself with the naive, overly-optimistic hope he nurtured somewhere deep, deep inside him of Olli maybe returning his feelings. He knew it was no use, but there were days he couldn’t stop thinking about the faint shade of red that had appeared on Olli’s cheeks when he had noticed Joel had been filming his shirtless yoga session, or that one time he had felt Olli holding his breath when Joel had, in a sudden burst of recklessness, grabbed a handful of the bassist’s hair during a gig and brought their faces close for two seconds which in that moment had felt like two millennia. A little less frequently he reminisced the incident of Olli accidentally passing out in Joel’s bunk instead of his own and waking up with his hard-on pressed against Joel’s hipbone (Joel blamed it on the hangover), not to mention how Olli had fucking winked at him when Joel had, quite senselessly, blurted out he’d rather bone Olli out of all his bandmates if he had to choose one. Sure, it had only been in the context of that silly game some fans had asked them to play at a meet and greet, but Joel had still seen it best to avoid Olli the best he could for the rest of the day, just to save himself from further embarrassment. He tried not to think about any of these occasions for too long at a time, because if he did, he would eventually drive himself crazy trying to figure out what it all meant. 

You know, if it meant anything at all. 

“Ugh, do you have any idea where that Marvel stall was? I feel like we’ve been walking around in circles,” Olli frowned, and Joel almost bumped into his backside when the man stopped to look at a makeshift café down the aisle they were walking.

“We can stop for a snack if you want to.”

Two minutes later Joel regretted taking pity on his friend; Joel tried to look away, tried not to think about how sweet sugar would taste off Olli’s lips as he munched on his half of the doughnut they shared, but Joel supposed he may as well let himself have this new image for his dream catalogue for the following night (as a treat, in case they wouldn’t find the Venom merch).

“Right, now let’s find that Marvel stall for you,” Olli said, wiping the final sprinkles of sugar off his lips and bringing Joel back to earth as he did.

~~~

“That one,” Joel pointed at the t-shirt his eye had caught earlier, and soon the salesperson handed him an identical one in a plastic wrapping.

“Did you notice our Valentine’s Day special offer?” the woman asked, gesturing at the heart-shaped piece of cardboard next to Joel that read ‘Buy a T-shirt, get one for half price!’

“Ah, yeah, thank you, but I think I–”

“Oh, look how cool this is!” Olli nudged Joel’s side. In his hands Olli was holding a black t-shirt with some kind of geometrical triangle illustration that Joel had a vague memory of seeing on a movie poster before.

“...I’ll have that one as well,” Joel said to the salesperson who nodded contently.

“Really?” Olli’s puppy eyes stared at Joel like he had just offered him his hand in marriage and half of his kingdom.

“Well, I mean, it’s half the price off and… you paid for the giant doughnut, so…”

His mouth felt dry and his cheeks flared up when Olli’s face softened.

“Thanks, man.” Olli gave him a clumsy half-hug that Joel wished would’ve lingered like so many of their other hugs seemed to do these days. For the few seconds the embrace lasted, Joel already managed to become intoxicated by the scent of Olli’s cologne.

“Wait,” Olli said when the salesperson reached her hand to take the shirt from him, “I wonder which size should I get?”

Still drunk on the smell of Olli, Joel almost had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things when he was suddenly face to face with a shirtless Olli, in the middle of a crowded conference hall.

If Joel’s tongue had felt dry against his palate before, now there was an entire desert in his mouth, and Olli’s toned body was the oasis he was thirsty for. His upper body must have been topless for only a couple of seconds before he pulled the new shirt over his head, but that was plenty enough time for Joel to take in the firm pecs covered in curly chest hair, the nipples that looked like tiny strawberries Joel was dying to taste, a soft-looking stomach one could easily lay his head and fall asleep on, and a faint happy trail that disappeared under the baby blue boxers that peaked from under Olli’s trousers. Joel already knew what he’d be picturing later that night, in the dark of his bedroom with his hand down his own underpants.

“What do you think?” Olli asked him, oblivious to the hunger raging inside Joel. 

Even with a shirt on, Olli was a sight for sore eyes with the way his biceps filled up as he posed for Joel. 

“Looks amazing,” Joel sighed, trying to control his breathing so as to not appear like some kind of creeper who drooled after half-naked young men.

Olli seemed pleased with Joel’s feedback and grinned as he undressed himself off the shirt to hand it to the salesperson. This time Joel was prepared and pretended to be immensely fascinated by the display of Funko Pop figurines behind the cashier.

They shuffled around the convention for almost an hour more, occasionally stopping to marvel at someone’s exceptionally detailed cosplay costume or to point out cool collectibles and comic book inspired art, from paintings to pastries, until Olli’s gait became visibly more sluggish. Arriving near the large map of the exhibition where they first had started off earlier that day, Olli planted his cheek heavy on Joel’s shoulder. Joel granted himself a few seconds to lose himself in the softness of Olli’s hair against his neck and the aroma of the man’s shampoo before he spoke.

“When does your train leave again?”

“Mmmmh, around six,” Olli mumbled sleepily and rubbed his cheek against the fabric of Joel’s hoodie, as if he was about to fall asleep on his feet.

Perhaps Yoda had been right about him; only a true coward would fail to take the opportunity to wrap their arms around the soft boy leaning onto them for support or do anything at all to keep him there as long as they could. Joel? He was barely able to look at Olli, let alone return his gesture, which was a greater tragedy than any galactic war, as there was nothing Joel wanted to do more than exactly that.

“D’you wanna grab a bite before that?”

“Mmmmmh,” was the response Joel got, which in Olli-language meant ‘yes’.

~~~

Seen this coming, you should have, Yoda’s voice echoed in Joel’s head when, after a full McDonald’s Drive Thru meal, Olli yawned with his head on Joel’s lap as they sat on a bench at the railway station. For the first quarter an hour that had followed their fast-food dinner, Joel had watched how Olli had fought against exhaustion and finally lost the battle as he had practically slumped on Joel with no warning at all, and since then Joel had been fighting a battle of his own against wanting to sweep aside the curls that had fallen on Olli’s forehead or sliding his hand inside Olli’s jacket to keep it warm. 

Olli growing sleepy after a heavy meal was predictable and very in-character, so Yoda did have a point. What Joel could never have foreseen was falling in love with his friend, after all these years of viewing him as a younger brother, in a way. 

Simple times, they were, he explained to Yoda in his head, who nodded approvingly.

Then again, when Joel looked at Olli, breathing calmly on his lap, he wondered how it had not happened sooner.  It wouldn’t have made much difference, he feared, but maybe he would have come to terms with it by now. 

Or perhaps he’d be even more heavy-hearted, after all the years of craving something he could not have. Perhaps he would have lost all that was left of his sanity, being so close to Olli every day, yet nowhere near where he wanted to be.

Perhaps it would have destroyed him.

Joel was so lost in thought of what might have been that he didn’t notice how one of Olli’s curls had swirled around his finger until Olli shifted on his lap a little. The small movement was followed by a quiet, satisfied sigh, despite his awkward position and the uncomfortable wooden bench on which he lay, which encouraged Joel to continue caressing his silky hair.

“Did you have fun today?” Olli suddenly asked.

Spending a whole day with you? It was both Heaven and Hell.

“Of course,” Joel assured as Olli’s eyes fluttered open. “You?”

Olli nodded. “I love places like that.”

Olli wouldn’t have needed to tell him that, though; Joel had seen the way Olli’s eyes had glimmered the moment they had stepped in.

“Thanks for taking me there. And for the shirt,” Olli added quietly, closing his eyes again and nudging his head against Joel’s stomach, as if to urge Joel to keep on petting him. Joel was happy to comply; it wasn’t exactly in his power to deny Olli anything at all. If Olli had asked him, Joel would’ve happily sat there the whole night, with Olli in his arms like he belonged there, even if nothing else would ever come out of it. But as it turned out, the inevitable passing of time was not on Joel’s side, because soon after, the announcement of Olli’s train to Oulu echoed around the railway station and the comforting warmth of Olli’s body left him.

Olli groaned and rubbed his eyes as he sat up, but then the bliss and turmoil of being so close to Olli returned when he leaned against Joel again, pressing his face in the crook of Joel’s neck. 

“Too tired,” Olli whined. “It’ll be so late when I get home. Why couldn’t Tommi wait for one day before driving back?”

Then stay, Joel wanted to say. Stay, stay, stay.

He had already opened his mouth, but Olli stood up. Joel followed his example and immediately felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. 

“I hate sitting on the train,” Olli mumbled against Joel’s chest.

Then stay.

“And it’s so chilly there.”

Stay.

“And you’re so warm.”

Stay.

“And I’ll miss you.”

Please.

“And I really hate missing you.”

Oh, for the love of god, stay!

“Damn, Joel, I wish you would just say it already, so that I can stop thinking it’s all in my head!”

Joel stopped breathing and the train arriving at the track next to them stopped moving, as did the whole world around Joel.

“Say what?” he asked quietly, terrified to hear the answer.

“That you want me to stay.”

Olli’s eyes looked into his, and when Joel most needed it, that ridiculous humanoid alien from a popular space opera franchise that had haunted his subconscious for most of the day was silent. The only guidance he had then was Olli’s gentle gaze, the same soft eyes he had often stared into in his dreams as of late, sometimes with hope, other times with despair. This was no dream, however, and Olli’s honest eyes were waiting for his honest answer. 

“Stay,” he whispered, almost hoping the noises of the railway station would swallow his desperate plea.

Olli stared at him silently for what must have been mere seconds, but to Joel it felt like time had stopped or ceased to exist completely, which Joel wouldn’t have minded awfully much to be honest, as long as he’d get to hold Olli forever, even if he would never hear the words Olli was to say next.

“Then I’ll stay.” 

Olli rose on his tippy-toes so that his hot breath warmed Joel’s lips for a single second before their lips touched, in a kiss that was somehow passionate and cautious at the same time, greedy as much as it was tentative, a perfect mirror to Joel’s current feelings.

It was exactly what Joel had been fantasising about for nearly twelve months, possibly longer than that if he dared to be honest with himself, so when Olli parted from him, it felt precisely like all those dreams he had woken up from prematurely, with Olli slipping out of his hands at the sound of his alarm clock going off. Only this time, Olli was still there when Joel opened his eyes.

“Your place or mine?”

Joel blinked at Olli’s cheeky smile.

“Huh?”

“Come on!” Olli grabbed his hand, and in the next moment they were sitting next to each other on the train to Oulu, talking and laughing and kissing and probably driving the other passengers in the extra class crazy.

Hours later, the clock was nearing midnight, the train was nearing their childhood hometown, and Olli’s lips were nearing Joel’s collarbone as he slept against Joel. Earlier on their journey, those lips had secretly nibbled on the thin skin just above Joel’s collarbone, almost as if in an attempt to spell something there.

Love you, he does.

This time, Joel smiled at his inner Yoda’s observation.

Yeah, I think he might.

[the-raven-babes]

Bryde is such a weird character. why was he included he’s such a loser and i still don’t understand his role in all the bullshit.

[diospyros-kaki]

If anyone is interested, Festival de Parintins is going on right now. It lasts three nights startig today.

I wanted to watch live this year but unfortunately I'm too tired and can't stay up, so I'm offering my comically small number of followers the chance to know a brazilian tradition other than carnival. Enjoy.

(I say as if I hadn't only known the festival tangentially until last year, just in time to miss the presentations... but I've seen some clips and became team Caprichoso since then.)

[recallback]

SO. This post was a long time coming!

Back in October 2020, @mrspider made a monster themed prompt list for Inktober. I asked if I could write for it instead, and since then, I've very slowly filled out the whole prompt list just to prove to myself I could finish it. It took me like... two years, yeah, but does anyone ever finish on time?

I'm very proud of some of the work I put in though, so now it's done, I thought I'd finally share the Masterlist of Monstertober stories! They're all horror in genre, and hopefully contain the right warnings, so y'know. Reader beware, we're in for a scare.

Because Tumblr eats links, I'll put the link in a reblog and the replies! Please check the notes! And if you read them, please feel free to comment and tell me! Thanks for reading, folks.

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Fun fact: The fairy tale flash fiction has now passed 4,000 words.